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John took a deep breath as he sat outside the office, waiting for his interview to begin. This job opportunity meant everything to him - it was his chance to finally get a foot in the door at a prestigious company.

After a few minutes, the door opened and a middle-aged man greeted him. "Come on in," he said in a deep, authoritative voice. His hair was an intriguing mix of silver and black strands, combed neatly atop his head. John followed him inside the office, taking note of the man's sharp black suit and polished leather shoes.

"Take a seat," the interviewer gestured, sitting down in front of his large white bookshelf. John sat down and placed his resume on the desk, hoping the interviewer wouldn't notice how nervous he was.

"So, John, tell me about yourself and why you'd make a good fit for this analyst position," the interviewer began. Bushy eyebrows hovered over piercing blue eyes as he glanced up from reading John's resume.

As John launched into describing his qualifications, he noticed the man's blue silk tie beginning to loosen and slip off his neck, as if guided by an invisible hand. The knot came undone and the tie slid to the floor unnoticed by the interviewer.

John stammered, momentarily distracted by the odd occurrence, but the man's steely gaze compelled him to continue. As John discussed his internship experience, the buttons lining the front of the interviewer's crisp white dress shirt mysteriously began to pop open one by one.

"Excuse me, sir, but your shirt appears to be…" John interjected.

"It's inconsequential. Go on," the man said gruffly, waving his hand dismissively.

By the time John was describing his role in a campus business club, the interviewer's shirt hung completely open, exposing a white cotton tank top stretched taut across his surprisingly fit chest. John couldn't help but stare as the man's belt somehow unclasped itself and the fly of his tailored black pants unzipped.

"Eyes up here, son," the interviewer snapped, steepling his fingers as he scrutinized the young man. "Now tell me, what is your greatest weakness?"

John stammered, distracted by the sight of the man's hairy legs and strong thighs coming into view as the man's pants slid down his hips. He could now see the defined outline of the interviewer's manhood through the thin, clinging fabric of his tight boxer briefs and leaving little to the imagination.

The interviewer leaned forward, paying no mind to his state of undress. "Tell me, why should I hire you over the other candidates?" he asked intently.

John tripped over his words, face reddening. The interviewer’s polished Oxfords dropped off, and his pants lay pooled around his ankles. The man was down to just his tight white tank top undershirt, boxer briefs clinging to his sculpted body, and black dress socks. The sight of his muscular arms and chest straining the thin fabric of the tank was almost too much for John to handle professionally. "W-well, I think my capstone project for my business degree really showcased my abilities to take initiative and see a complex project through to completion," John managed to choke out.

The interviewer nodded, seeming satisfied. Then suddenly, his tank top began crawling downwards, as if pulled by invisible strings. John watched with growing apprehension and fascination as the garment inched down over rippling muscles, a light trail of hair leading down from the man's chest into the underclothes.

"Final question," the interviewer stated, oblivious to the fact that his torso was completely exposed. "Where do you see yourself in 5 years if given this opportunity?"

John's eyes were helplessly drawn to the man's pectorals, dark brown nipples stiffening in the cool office air. He looked anywhere but at the man's face as he fumbled through an answer about hoping to take on leadership roles and expand his skill set.

Just as John finished speaking, the hem of the interviewer's tight boxer briefs tugged downwards in the front, unable to contain his rapidly swelling manhood.

"Well John, I appreciate you coming in today. We'll be in touch," the interviewer stated matter-of-factly, seemingly unaware that his thick penis was now peeking out eagerly from the waistband of his underwear as he stood up.

John muttered a flustered thank you as he grabbed his resume and rushed from the office, his heart pounding. He wondered if this would happen to the interviewer every time he interviewed somebody. But at least now he had a rather interesting story to tell to other people!

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John took a deep breath as he sat outside the office, waiting for his interview to begin. This job opportunity meant everything to him - it was his chance to finally get a foot in the door at a prestigious company.

After a few minutes, the door opened and a middle-aged man greeted him. "Come on in," he said in a deep, authoritative voice. His hair was an intriguing mix of silver and black strands, combed neatly atop his head. John followed him inside the office, taking note of the man's sharp black suit and polished leather shoes.

"Take a seat," the interviewer gestured, sitting down in front of his large white bookshelf. John sat down and placed his resume on the desk, hoping the interviewer wouldn't notice how nervous he was.

"So, John, tell me about yourself and why you'd make a good fit for this analyst position," the interviewer began. Bushy eyebrows hovered over piercing blue eyes as he glanced up from reading John's resume.

As John launched into describing his qualifications, he noticed the man's blue silk tie beginning to loosen and slip off his neck, as if guided by an invisible hand. The knot came undone and the tie slid to the floor unnoticed by the interviewer.

John stammered, momentarily distracted by the odd occurrence, but the man's steely gaze compelled him to continue. As John discussed his internship experience, the buttons lining the front of the interviewer's crisp white dress shirt mysteriously began to pop open one by one.

"Excuse me, sir, but your shirt appears to be…" John interjected.

"It's inconsequential. Go on," the man said gruffly, waving his hand dismissively.

By the time John was describing his role in a campus business club, the interviewer's shirt hung completely open, exposing a white cotton tank top stretched taut across his surprisingly fit chest. John couldn't help but stare as the man's belt somehow unclasped itself and the fly of his tailored black pants unzipped.

"Eyes up here, son," the interviewer snapped, steepling his fingers as he scrutinized the young man. "Now tell me, what is your greatest weakness?"

John stammered, distracted by the sight of the man's hairy legs and strong thighs coming into view as the man's pants slid down his hips. He could now see the defined outline of the interviewer's manhood through the thin, clinging fabric of his tight boxer briefs and leaving little to the imagination.

The interviewer leaned forward, paying no mind to his state of undress. "Tell me, why should I hire you over the other candidates?" he asked intently.

John tripped over his words, face reddening. The interviewer’s polished Oxfords dropped off, and his pants lay pooled around his ankles. The man was down to just his tight white tank top undershirt, boxer briefs clinging to his sculpted body, and black dress socks. The sight of his muscular arms and chest straining the thin fabric of the tank was almost too much for John to handle professionally. "W-well, I think my capstone project for my business degree really showcased my abilities to take initiative and see a complex project through to completion," John managed to choke out.

The interviewer nodded, seeming satisfied. Then suddenly, his tank top began crawling downwards, as if pulled by invisible strings. John watched with growing apprehension and fascination as the garment inched down over rippling muscles, a light trail of hair leading down from the man's chest into the underclothes.

"Final question," the interviewer stated, oblivious to the fact that his torso was completely exposed. "Where do you see yourself in 5 years if given this opportunity?"

John's eyes were helplessly drawn to the man's pectorals, dark brown nipples stiffening in the cool office air. He looked anywhere but at the man's face as he fumbled through an answer about hoping to take on leadership roles and expand his skill set.

Just as John finished speaking, the hem of the interviewer's tight boxer briefs tugged downwards in the front, unable to contain his rapidly swelling manhood.

"Well John, I appreciate you coming in today. We'll be in touch," the interviewer stated matter-of-factly, seemingly unaware that his thick penis was now peeking out eagerly from the waistband of his underwear as he stood up.

John muttered a flustered thank you as he grabbed his resume and rushed from the office, his heart pounding. He wondered if this would happen to the interviewer every time he interviewed somebody. But at least now he had a rather interesting story to tell to other people!